CHAPTER 4

"Quinn, I know it's her." Brittany points out as she sits on the other blonde's couch. It's been two and a half weeks since she sent the video to Olivia but she never got a response. Quinn is in town for the week to attend a 3-day Clinical Psychology Conference and has already been filled-in on the 'Olivia Wright situation'. She had just finished the first day of conference so Brittany decided to pay her a visit at her hotel after work to ask for insight as to what might be happening to Olivia. The other blonde just nods to Brittany's statement before taking a seat on the couch, facing Brittany.

"Okay, but if it really is her and not some random twin we never knew about, we need to know what happened to her that night."

"Yeah, well, that's kind of impossible right now since she doesn't even know or remember me and hasn't responded to my message," Brittany says, crossing her arms. They stayed silent for a minute before Brittany cleared her throat, "Do you... do you think maybe she was kidnapped and then lost her memories after fighting to get away from the kidnapper?"

Quinn was surprised to hear this question and shifted in her seat, "Well… it's possible but we can't know for sure, Britt."

Brittany nods, tears now threatening to stream down her face, "I know. I-It's just-" she choked out a sob and placed her head on both her hands. Quinn scoots over to Brittany and pulls the blonde for a hug.

"Shhh Britt. It's going to be okay. We just need Olivia to come around so we can start ruling out possible scenarios of what might've caused her to lose her memories. We'll do everything we can to get your wife back."

Brittany nodded against Quinn's shoulders and continued to sob quietly until her tears stopped flowing. "W-What if the aliens got to her and probed her brain?" she sniffled and Quinn pulled back from their embrace and looked at her best friend incredulously.

"Briiiitt…" Quinn whined and playfully shoved the blonde's shoulder as Brittany chuckled lightly while wiping her face with her hand.

"Sorry. Just trying to lighten the mood, Q."

Just then, Brittany's phone vibrates. Quinn hands Brittany the box of tissues from the coffee table and Brittany mouths a 'thank you' before grabbing her phone from the table. When she unlocks her phone, she's surprised to see a direct message on her Instagram.

[livwright] I'm ready to talk. Just tell me when and where and I'll come to you.

"What's wrong?" Quinn asks, eyeing her friend curiously.

"Santana... " Brittany pauses for a second and clears her throat, "Olivia, just sent me a message. Says she's ready to talk." Brittany smiles at her friend who is smiling back at her.

"Well, um… just be careful, okay Britt?" she says solemnly and places a hand on the blonde's knee, "We don't know what's going on yet and I don't want you to get hurt. God knows how difficult the past 5 years have been for you."

Brittany nods and smiles appreciatively at her best friend. "I will, Q. There's just one thing though. Can you come with me when I meet her? You know, so you can hear her story and maybe we can find something that can help us."

"Oh, okay. Yeah, that's probably a good idea but you'll have to tell her you're bringing me along. We don't want her to feel like she's being ambushed."

"Right" Brittany nods, "Thanks, Q. I'll just tell her to meet us after your last conference."

"That's fine. How about I go freshen up so we can meet Mercedes and Maddi and we can all go to dinner, my treat." the blonde smiles at Brittany before getting up from the couch and disappearing into her hotel bedroom to get ready. Brittany picks up her phone again and quickly types a response to Olivia's DM.

[brittanylp] Hi! Thank you for agreeing to meet me. I'm guessing you do have the butterfly tattoo on your lower back?

Brittany figures that if Olivia wants to meet with her, then she must have that butterfly tattoo on her back.

[livwright] You could say that…

[brittanylp] Right. Well, there's this café in Midtown that I usually visit. It's at 435 W 31st Street. Would Friday at 4pm be okay?

[brittanylp] Also, if you don't mind... I'd like to bring my and Santana's best friend, Quinn. She's a psychologist and I just thought that she might be able to help us with this.

She sends the message and waits for a few minutes for a reply. She grows anxious by the second when she sees the typing bubble appear and disappear a couple of times which means that Olivia might not be okay with Quinn, a psychologist, being present on Friday. Quinn comes back from her bedroom and sits back beside Brittany on the couch. She looks at the blue-eyed blonde as if asking for an update and Brittany just shrugs. A new notification pops and Brittany lets out a sigh that she didn't know she was holding after reading Olivia's reply.

[livwright] Alright... that's fine, I guess, since I also asked Rachel to come with me as well. Are you bringing the kid?

Brittany frowns at question but figures that Olivia doesn't really know Maddi so she can't really expect the woman to be all motherly and whatnot.

[brittanylp] Oh, no. Not yet, at least. Not until we figure out what's happening.

[livwright] Okay, that's good. Well, I have to go. See you on Friday.

[brittanylp] Alright. See you.

Brittany exits the app and puts her phone back down on the coffee table. "What'd she say?' Quinn asks.

"Well, she agreed to meet us on Friday and… and she asked if I'm going to bring Maddison" she crosses her arms and leans her head back on the couch.

"And?"

She turns her head to her left side facing Quinn and sighs, "I said no. Not until we find out if it's really her. I don't think I want to put Maddison through all of that right now."

Quinn nods in understanding, "Yeah, that's a great idea. We don't want to get our hopes up, especially Maddi's." Quinn pats her knee before standing up and holding her hand out for Brittany to take, "C'mon, let's go see Mercedes and my godchild."


Santana exits Instagram and goes directly to her contacts and calls Rachel. She waits a few seconds before the brunette answers the phone.

"Hey Liv, what's up?"

"Hey, so um… I messaged Brittany on Instagram and told her I'm ready to talk" she closes her eyes and rubs her palm against her forehead while pacing in her living room.

"Okaaay" Rachel drawls

"Yeah well, I kind of told her that you were coming with me so I hope you're free on Friday at 4pm? We're meeting them at a café in Midtown."

"Them?"

"Yeah. She said she's bringing along her best friend who's also a psychologist. Brittany thinks she might be able to help us figure this out." Olivia sits down on the couch and types something on her laptop that's atop her coffee table.

"Okay, well, I'm free on Friday but I'll be at the restaurant so you can just pick me up there" there was a brief silence before Rachel spoke up again, "What are you going to do if you really turn out to be Santana?"

Olivia sighs and leans back on the couch, "I-I don't know yet, Rach. I'm just taking it one day at a time and my first step right now is talking to her wife."

Rachel nods on the other line even if Olivia can't see her "Okay. This could be good though, right? I mean, you haven't really opened up about your past to us. You always shut down whenever we asked. Something must've happened before I met you all those years ago. Maybe you were kidnapped or something, you know."

"Hmm… I don't know, Rach. I always shut down every time my past was being brought up because I didn't really know what to say. My parents abandoned me on the streets and that's about it."

"Right. Well… you know we're always here for you and whatever comes out of this, please know that we'll support you no matter what you decide to do moving forward."

Olivia smiles at her sister's sentiment. The Berrys may not be her biological family but they've always treated her like one of their own ever since she met them 5 years ago and for that, she will forever be indebted to them.

"Thank you, Rach" she swallows the lump forming on her throat to stop herself from crying. "Hey, listen, I gotta go. I'll let you know if I find anything significant about Santana aside from me and her sharing the same tattoo. Talk to you later."

"Alright, Liv. Talk soon. Bye."

"Bye." Olivia presses the end call button and puts her phone down on the coffee table. She grabs her laptop and places it on her lap before leaning back on the couch and starts typing.


SEPTEMBER 20, 2013

It had been a busy Friday night at Hiram's Bistro. Rachel is in the kitchen doing final inspection and tidying up any left-over trash. She helps out in her dads' restaurant in Staten Island whenever she's not busy with her Off-Broadway rehearsals or auditions. Hiram is in his office doing the accounting for the day and David is in the pantry doing inventory. Rachel finished her task in the kitchen and tied the trash bag so she can throw it in the dumpster out back. She gets out the back door of the restaurant and when she turns towards the direction of the dumpster, she's startled by a figure leaning towards the dumpster bin and rummaging through the trash.

Rachel accidentally drops the trash bag she was holding and places both her hands in her chest and yelps, "Oh my god, you scared me!"

The figure stops rummaging through the trash and backs away from the dumpster but before the figure could run away from Rachel she immediately yells "Hey, stop. It's fine." The figure stops as she picks up the trash bag again and walks closer to the dumpster. She looks to the side where the stranger is standing before placing the bag inside the dumpster and closing the lid. She can now see the figure standing beside her clearly; an almost scrawny woman with brunette hair. She's wearing a sweatshirt, sweatpants, and a pair of worn out sneakers.

"Why are you dumpster diving at this time of night?" Rachel asks gently

"Uh… um..." she gulps, "I wasn't able to get a spot at the shelter two blocks from here so I'm here trying to find something I could eat," the scrawny woman explains almost inaudibly with her head down, staring at the ground.

"Oh, okay… um" Rachel turns to leave, not exactly sure what she wants to do, but immediately turns back and faces the woman. "Why don't you come inside? I'll have our chef whip up something for you."

The brunette's eyes widened at Rachel's proposition and waved her left hand, "Oh, no. No, that's alright ma'am. I can manage out here" she says and points her hand at the dumpster bin.

"Absolutely not. C'mon, please, it's totally fine. My dads own the restaurant; they're inside and I'm sure they won't mind." Rachel smiles reassuringly at the brunette, "And please, call me Rachel. How 'bout you, what's your name?"

"O-Olivia…" the brunette looks up to make eye contact with Rachel for the first time that night and offers a small smile.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Olivia. Now c'mon, follow me so you can eat. It's getting chilly out here." Rachel ushers Olivia inside the kitchen and the brunette just follows, not realizing that this will be the beginning of her life out of the streets of New York.


A/N: More backstory will be in the next chapter and I'll try to post that later this week if I finish Chapter 6. *fingers crossed* :)